"Is your feet cold?" asked Blanche Aurora sharply as she jumped up and complied. "Do you wish you had a hot-water bag?"
"I dare say Whitcomb brought one."
"But the hens can lend you all you want," declared Blanche Aurora earnestly. "They don't need 'em this weather."
"The hens? What sort of a place have I got into?"
So the visitor explained Luella's invention, and King laughed till he was weak, while the little girl eyed him solemnly.
"Do stop," he begged. "Spare me this last humiliation of being in the old hen's class. Now, Blanche Aurora, here goes." And he began an appreciative attack on the jelly.
CHAPTER XXIV
WHITCOMB'S CONFESSION
Blanche Aurora never removed her eyes from her beneficiary.